Word: chirpingly
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...Kerrville, 100 miles due west of Austin, it's easy to catch the fever. At Joe's Jefferson Street Cafe, cell phones of Realtors chirp away during lunch with calls from buyers willing to dole out $3 million to $4 million for hardscrabble land with little productive value. "Cost is not an object," marvels appraiser Billy Snow, cutting into his chicken-fried steak. Architectural firms such as Kerrville's Artisan Group are busy building homes as big as country clubs with private jetports. "People have built castles, actual castles," says Kerr County's chief appraiser, Fourth Coates. "They even change...
...studied calm. He has, it seems, left his globe-striding, Gulfstream-riding, options-exercising CEO persona somewhere on the other side of this megadeal. The only flaw in this picture, frankly, is a fist-size interactive pager that is dancing between Levin's palm and his pocket. The pager chirps from time to time, and Levin pops it from its slate-gray plastic case, uses a thumbwheel to scroll through a few messages and then slips it back into its case. Occasionally, he pokes out a quick message on the device's Chiclet-size keys. Chirp. Pop. Click-click-click...
Senior Bar throws all these rare birds together with the expectation that the will chirp in harmony. Perhaps on some nights they do, but I would guess that most often they don't. A Harvard education promises the chance to rub elbows with an incredibly diverse bunch of people; as first-years we think it's feasible to meet them all, become a part of their little worlds and offer them entrance to ours. But it can be equally awe-inspiring to think how radically different the lives of others are from your own, how no experience is going...
Michael Foale didn't notice last June when the bluebird began to chirp aboard the Mir space station. Ordinarily, anyone in the station's core module could not have missed the sudden trilling. But at the moment, Foale was elsewhere. And he had other things on his mind besides a singing bird...
...Twenty miles from the nearest power line and perhaps twice as far from the nearest phone, the monastery is more than two hours from Albuquerque and an hour from anything that resembles civilization. No telephone bells fracture the silence. No TV images smear the crisp evening air. No pagers chirp. If you must reach one of the monks, a hand-carved wooden sign offers a simple 16th century suggestion: "Ring this bell...